Historical Setting, 631 C.E. a place where only flowers may grow Greg and I are here in this place where I have chiseled Ana’s name on a stone to mark the burial of her bones one year ago. Now, our children believe this grieving year is supposed to end. I know it will not.Continue reading “#61.5, Wednesday, Oct. 9, 2024”
Through eyes of Jesus' fictional BFF wander the Great Emergences of History
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